"Necrons?" Dantioch, standing nearby, had not expected Lox to truly uncover the origins of this ruin facility, and his voice rose several degrees.
The Warsmith rapidly searched his mind for similar information, but judging by the experience he had accumulated during the Great Crusade, they knew nothing of what kind of xenos the Necrons were.
Yet from Lox's expression, this xenos race seemed to be extraordinarily formidable.
"Yes, I had heard their name before. Back when humanity still ruled the galaxy, colonists would often discover traces of life having once existed on certain death worlds."
"These traces were far too ancient. According to comparisons, they were remnants from at least tens of millions of years ago." Lox spoke with some wistfulness. "Humanity has only been traveling from its cradle into the stars for ten or twenty thousand years. That is not even a fraction of this race's history."
"An ancient history does not mean much. They may very well have already gone extinct."
Listening to Lox's assessment of the Necrons, the Warsmith was somewhat dismissive.
The Emperor had engraved an extreme hatred for xenos into the genes of the Astartes. Whether it was the Imperial Truth or the ideals upheld by the traitors, the concept of humanity's supremacy had never changed.
"Warsmith, confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not. We still cannot confirm whether this xenos race has truly gone extinct."
As Lox spoke, he gave several examples.
"Back then, colonists excavated a certain kind of xenos beneath some death worlds, buried within special tomb-like structures. They were a peculiar existence resembling metal skeletons, utterly different from the flesh-and-blood lifeforms we commonly encounter."
"According to some analysis data, their bodies were composed of a special living metal—a metallic substance capable of growing and healing. It greatly surprised the